Don't even approach my body unless you've first been between my ears. I'm 48, not 18. True love isn't roses and chocolate. It's starting my car on a winter's morning or bringing home pizza on a Friday night. Love is buying me the Sunday paper on Saturday so I don't have to go outside on … Continue reading Love, me
Tag: relationships
Counting (on) friends
If you peek at my Facebook account you'll see that I have more than 700 virtual friends. Pretty impressive, right? Thanks to the wonders of social media, I am absolutely swimming in friendship! Look a little closer, though, and you'll discover that many of my friends are people I don't really ever see, except for online. Whether … Continue reading Counting (on) friends
Make(s) me happy
Many years ago a friend in the midst of the disintegration of her marriage, told me she didn't want to be responsible for her husband's happiness. Since that time, I've learned what that felt like and I've heard other women say the same thing, although not always using the same words. Who are you responsible … Continue reading Make(s) me happy
Dog years and the passage of time
The youngest of my "boys" recently celebrated his first birthday and, while the occasion was a happy one to mark, I also noted the date with a tinge of sadness. That year certainly went quickly. When I thought about the number of years we got to love Cassidy (12.5) and started doing simple math in … Continue reading Dog years and the passage of time
(Not)OKCupid
Disclaimer: What follows is my own limited experience on a free dating site. Two things to remember, everything I share below is painfully true and you get what you pay for. Last week I went skiing with a friend and we, as women do, got to talking about dating and the state of our romantic … Continue reading (Not)OKCupid
Down a stud. Again.
For my 18th birthday I received my first pair of diamond earrings. They were a gift from my boyfriend, (his father was a jeweler), and the .25 carat stones were considered "perfect." I loved those earrings years longer than I loved that boyfriend. 4 or 5 years after I was given those studs, I lost … Continue reading Down a stud. Again.
Let it go
I swear I've never even seen Frozen in its entirety, yet one of its big numbers is acting like my personal anthem right now. Let it go, let it go, let it go... Holding on is so much easier than letting go. Letting go is an acknowledgment of our inability to change, manage, effect the … Continue reading Let it go
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